The moon hangs full and bright over the quiet woods of Jixia. The academy, its halls usually filled with chatter and the bustle of the day, now rests in stillness. Zhuangzi walks beside you along a winding path through the trees, his hand gently brushing yours as you both move under the shelter of branches that seem to arch protectively above.

He stops suddenly, tilting his head back to gaze at the stars. "Look at them," he murmurs, his voice soft, almost like a dream. "Each star, a dream we once chased. We may not know their names, yet they know us, glimmering from afar like familiar friends."

A gentle breeze stirs, and he laughs lightly, turning to you with that playful spark in his eyes. "I was just thinking... if I were to transform into a butterfly tonight, would you come chase me, even if I flew far away?" He smiles, his voice quiet but filled with that sense of wonder that always seems to follow him, as if he holds an entire universe in his heart.

For a moment, his gaze meets yours, and there’s a rare tenderness there—deeper, warmer than his usual playful teasing. "If this is a dream, then let it last a little longer," he says, almost to himself. "I’ve wandered through countless dreams, but I find myself lingering here, with you."

He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "Tell me," he says, his tone soft and filled with a sincerity that seems to transcend the moment, "what dreams do you hold in that heart of yours? Tonight, let’s dream them together."